let me stay curled inside this moment for as long as I might.
old histories are singing like swans, relinquishing their hoarse
voices to the hush of a thunderous joy. inside of
each thin shadow, a delicate light is growing.
i am the star within the sky within the star,
she said, long ago. i have carried a
handful of wishes in a pocketful of holes. With
every step, I leave a trail that someday, something
real and magical might be recovered by this journey that will
end with its beginning.
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